It is said, with all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of a passport.
I have a, sometimes unhealthy, love for books. And I completely agree with the above statement. As vivid as your imagination is you can’t replace tangible memories.
Another thing I love, is France. This wasn’t a place I dreamed of visiting. It wasn’t on my bucket list. But it is a place I fell for and can't wait to go back.
I am blessed with an amazing husband who also happens to have a fantastic job that takes him places. And I was recently able to tag along. Each morning I would kiss my man goodbye and then stroll to a nearby boulangerie for fresh croissants. I didn’t have an itinerary or even a list of sites to see. All I had was a car, fresh pastries, and a desire to wander.
We were in champagne country, surrounded by soft rolling hills covered in grape vines and quaint villages tucked here and there. I visited Épernay and walked L'Avenue de Champagne. I toured some of the fine champagne houses and their caves. My hands brushed Roman chisel marks and held expensive champagne flutes. From the grandest of the grand, to the quiet and serene Château de Boursault.
Even though I explored alone, loneliness was far from mind. At each stop I met new people, like the newlyweds from Denver or the retired couple from Germany. When you take the time to say hello you learn pieces of their stories. Some, like the woman at my favorite bread shop, spoke very little English. And we still managed to have conversations and laugh together.
So, go wandering without a plan, make spontaneous decisions, talk to people you’ve never met, and savor the experience. You never know where you will find peace and inspiration.